Cosa Nostra.
Armani Blood.
Ruthless men.
One princess.
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The Cosa Nostra has been around for centuries, run by the Armanis. If your last name is Armani, you have Armani Blood; you're pure. Tr...
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BLOODLUST
"𐒡o. What are you gonna do? You're staying with me right? No ways you're going back with them now?" Silas asked me, as we laid awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
All our brothers had gone back to the mansion and Silas still hadn't been quite comfortable with the fact that in some time, I'd be ready to go back.
"I just need a day or two before I go back.. I mean it's kinda petty to not go back. It was just an accident — and, after everything they've done for me, my messed up self, I should at least repay them.." I sighed, as I trailed off.
Silas turned to me as I turned back when he asked me, "Are you 100% sure? And you don't ever have to repay us, you're our baby sister." I sighed in response and just nodded my head, giving him a small smile, to which he understood.
He didn't ask me anything more. He carefully and gently pulled me closer to him, me basically on top of him, being wary of the little one in my stomach.
I rested my head on his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat and my hand tracing the tattoos on his chest and bicep. With one hand, he started playing with my hair, slowly lulling me to sleep. Soon enough, in no time, I was out.
BLOODLUST
I woke up, feeling the intense need to vomit. I ripped myself out of Silas' grip, probably waking him up in the process.
I burst through the bathroom doors and puked my guts out. I felt Silas, holding my hair back, so that it was out of my face, as he rubbed my back, "It's okay. Let it all out."
Once I was done, I did my morning routine.
morning sickness.
As I emerged from the bathroom, I went back into the room, which was empty and a bit too silent. I could only assume that it was just Silas was downstairs.
oh how wrong was i.
I sprayed on some deodorant and headed downstairs to the living room, where I could hear silence.
I don't know why, but my heart rate started picking up, pounding against my rib cage. As I stepped into the living room, emerging from the corner of the wall, I gulped down some air and let out a sigh of relief at the sight I was met with.
"Oh — it's just.. you guys," I breathed out, and my hand automatically and instinctively went towards my stomach.
Not long after that I quickly retracted my hand, not wanting them to find out just yet.
